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Selena giggled while she watched her child try to hide. Little Murtagh had hid behind a curtain, his feet clearly visible.
"Oh no! I've lost Murtagh! What will I do?" she cried dramatically. A giggle came from the curtain. Selena smiled widely and was about to pull back the curtain and shout "GOT YA!" when a strong arm pulled her back and wheeled her around. She gasped in pain as Morzan applied for pressure on her wrist.
"What do you think your doing?" he fumed.
"It's just a game Morzan." She gasped; she thought her wrist was going to snap.
"No, it's not just a game! It is teaching him to be sloppy; teaching him that hiding is acceptable!" He snarled at her. Selena tried to say something but he cut her off,
"Do you want your son to get killed because he turned tail and ran? Do you want him to get killed because when he hid he hid in a place so obvious that he was easily discovered?!" he yelled. Morzan threw Selena to the floor and walked to the curtain. He wrenched it back to reveal Murtagh cowering away from him. His bright eyes were filled with tears.
"Get up you pathetic child!" Morzan screamed as he grabbed Murtagh's hair and dragged him out of the room. Murtagh screamed and struggled against his father.
"Shut up!" Morzan said. "Shut up, and stop crying!" Murtagh struggled even harder and then finally, bit Morzan's leg. Morzan slapped Murtagh so hard that the boy was flung backward and landed hard on the stone floor.
"Don't you ever do that again." He snarled at the boy. Murtagh only whimpered in response. Selena came out of the room and let out a gasp.
"Morzan, what did you do to him?" she cried and ran over to Murtagh.
"Get away from him! He has a leason right now with the sword master." Selena's eyes went wide.
"The sword master?! Morzan he is only 2 years old! He can't hold a sword! He'll hurt himself!"
"Get away from him!" Morzan kicked Selena sharply and pulled Murtagh to his feet.
"Come with me son, it's about time you learn to fight." Murtagh trotted behind his father, wiping away tears as he did.
"Father, what if the sword falls on me?" Morzan stopped and looked down at Murtagh. The little boy was looking up at him, eyes full of fear. That look softened Morzan a little.
"It will only be wooden for now, it cant hurt you that bad." He said and walked on.
The sword master looked at Morzan in disbelief.
"You want me to teach this child hwo to fight?" he is incuriously
"Tornac, you are trying my patience. Just start to teach him the basics, nothing huge. Just enough to get him started." And with that he turned and left the training field. Tornac look down at the child who was staring at two soldiers locked in combat.
"What are they doing?" the boy asked.
"They are sparing." Tornac answered. He examined the child. He was small, delicate, everything a 2 year old should be. Tornac shook his head; the task was impossible.
"What is your name?" the boy asked him.
"I'm Tornac. What's your name?" The boys face instantly brightened.
"I'm Murtagh!" he grinned. Suddenly his grin faded. H elooked like he was trying to remember something. Finally his smile returned and he stuck out his small hand.
"It's nice to meet you Tornac." He said. Tornac let out a roar of laughter. Murtagh frowned,
"Did I do it wrong?" he asked, a hint of fear underlining his voice.
"No! No little one." He said taking the child's hand in his own and shaking it. "You did it perfectly." Murtagh grinned up at him. Perhaps teaching this child wouldn't be too bad. Tornac thought.
"I suppose we could just use sticks for now, just till you get a bit bigger." He told Murtagh and led him away.
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